i don't remember my first concert. my mother took me to see natalie cole at the circle star when i was a baby. after that, it gets all fuzzy. there was chaka khan and jerry lee lewis at some county fair in texas. then natalie cole again at shoreline. those were both with my mom, too. i don't remember the first one after that. maybe soundgarden at sj state. the swedish band eleven opened. really heavy duty stuff, but no one was moshing. so i went to stand in front of the stage. i enjoyed their set. then the curtain went down for the set change. soundgarden starting playing "jesus christ pose" while the curtain was rising. i had one delicious glimpse of cornell before the mosh pit came alive and my glasses went flying. i got down on all fours to search for them, and almost had them when some barechested hirsute gaul picked me up by my nape, and said, "you're gonna die, dude!" he carried me all the way back to my seat, ignoring my "but, my glasses!" cries. i squinted through the rest of the concert. headache ensued. some nice boys offered to find my glasses for me. they were 12, and i think they just wanted to have a reason to go into the pit. i rocked out blind. it wasn't soooooo bad. driving home without my glasses wasn't fun, though. i pulled the same trick i used a couple of years earlier, though, when i dropped acid and had to drive home before curfew: i followed the taillights of mac truck.